Inspiration is damned inconvenient, sometimes.

For example, when forty wives of Methos turn up in your head at half past four in the morning, insisting their stories be told, and told *now*. All I really wanted to do was sleep.

This is why I usually prefer to work without inspiration, even if it doesn't get me six pages of notes in twenty minutes.

Has somebody already done this, btw? A story about *all* of Methos' wives? Not that I could stop writing now, this thing is frelling insistent - but I'd like to know if I'm treading familiar ground. It's a bit of an experiment (again), but it's a very *obvious* experiment, so I wouldn't be surprised if somebody thought of it before me.